Today ws the first day in awhile where I was able to sit around and burn some mixed cd's for my friends. I finally made the ultimate Rolling Stones Compilation for a friend at work. He's been expecting it for around 8 months. If anyone wants a copy, shoot my a place to send it and I will. Otherwise, I can email you the playlist and you can build it yourself. It would be a waste to spend all of this time on just one person. He's a friend and all, but this is the Ultimate Stones Mix on 3 cd's.
The house doessn't look good. All of that worrying, it seems, for nothing. It was good actually. The old lady and I worked out some our future plans and expectations. We've actually been having a wonderful time lately. I'm even doing stupid mushy stuff like making her dinner and taking her shopping (one of my least favorite things in the world next to being DD on St. Patrick's Day) and doing things that she wants to do. She in return has returned the favor in her own special little way.
Work has been hell. I may be ready to leave my second job. It's the one I've had since 1992 and have stuck around purely because it's fun. I look around now though and realize that I'm old. I'm surronded by people who are in their late teens and early to mid twenties and I realize that these people don't think the same way as I do. Their fashions and way of talking is foreign to me. They grow their hair too long and don't respect their elders. Jesus Christ I'm turning into my father. (I slightly exagerrarted that.) It is true though. I again (at least I think I've quoted this before. If not here, somewhere else then.) will quote one of my favorite passages on aging.
-"In good time, nevertheless, as the ardor of youth declines; as years and dumps increase; in short, as a general lassitude overtakes the sated Turk; then a love of ease and virtue supplants the love for maidens; our Ottoman enters upon the impotent, rependant, admonitory stage of life, forswears, disbands the harem, and grown to an exemplary, sulky old soul, goes about all alone among the meridians and parallels saying his prayers, and warning each young Leviathan from his armorous errors."
Herman Mellville- Moby Dick
Basically, they still look as good, these younger girls that throw thewmselves at me (another exagerration) but the chase is out of me. I couldn't keep up if I wanted to. Don't get me wrong. I'm in a good place with the old lady. I'm happy. Sometimes though, a guy lust like to think he still could.
Again another favorite quote of mine.
-"Perhaps my best years are gone. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now." ...
Samuel Beckett
Anyhow, yeah back to the job, it isn't fun anymore. Things are changing and I'm not sure if they are for the better. The newer generation doesn't seem to take it as seriously as I did. I should get out now before either A) I have to take an anger management course
or
B) Everyone ends up hating my guts.
Besides how many years of your life can you waste hanging out with hot chicks?
I gotta go. I'm supposed to be at the old lady's house in 10 mins.
So, Let's hear them. Give me a quote that explains your current situation. Maybe I can top it.
The house doessn't look good. All of that worrying, it seems, for nothing. It was good actually. The old lady and I worked out some our future plans and expectations. We've actually been having a wonderful time lately. I'm even doing stupid mushy stuff like making her dinner and taking her shopping (one of my least favorite things in the world next to being DD on St. Patrick's Day) and doing things that she wants to do. She in return has returned the favor in her own special little way.
Work has been hell. I may be ready to leave my second job. It's the one I've had since 1992 and have stuck around purely because it's fun. I look around now though and realize that I'm old. I'm surronded by people who are in their late teens and early to mid twenties and I realize that these people don't think the same way as I do. Their fashions and way of talking is foreign to me. They grow their hair too long and don't respect their elders. Jesus Christ I'm turning into my father. (I slightly exagerrarted that.) It is true though. I again (at least I think I've quoted this before. If not here, somewhere else then.) will quote one of my favorite passages on aging.
-"In good time, nevertheless, as the ardor of youth declines; as years and dumps increase; in short, as a general lassitude overtakes the sated Turk; then a love of ease and virtue supplants the love for maidens; our Ottoman enters upon the impotent, rependant, admonitory stage of life, forswears, disbands the harem, and grown to an exemplary, sulky old soul, goes about all alone among the meridians and parallels saying his prayers, and warning each young Leviathan from his armorous errors."
Herman Mellville- Moby Dick
Basically, they still look as good, these younger girls that throw thewmselves at me (another exagerration) but the chase is out of me. I couldn't keep up if I wanted to. Don't get me wrong. I'm in a good place with the old lady. I'm happy. Sometimes though, a guy lust like to think he still could.
Again another favorite quote of mine.
-"Perhaps my best years are gone. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now." ...
Samuel Beckett
Anyhow, yeah back to the job, it isn't fun anymore. Things are changing and I'm not sure if they are for the better. The newer generation doesn't seem to take it as seriously as I did. I should get out now before either A) I have to take an anger management course
or
B) Everyone ends up hating my guts.
Besides how many years of your life can you waste hanging out with hot chicks?
I gotta go. I'm supposed to be at the old lady's house in 10 mins.
So, Let's hear them. Give me a quote that explains your current situation. Maybe I can top it.
...
Good that you and the old lady are having special time. Even better that she rewards you.